David, who stops by to talk to me in the mornings, told me that his mother died last week. He's pretty philosophical about her, we've swapped mother stories before and I know that our moms have things in common. We compared Christmas tales, my mother passed out from the effects of overindulgence in brandy this year before his did. One of the things about having a love/hate relationship with your mother is that if you just hated, it'd be fine. So at this point David's not sure what to do about the fact that he both misses her and is heartily glad she's gone...

On another front, my dad called and said he'd sold his house, and will be moving into his new house at the end of the month. At which time, he's giving me his old fridge and stove, which although used are considerably newer than the ones currently masquerading as appliances in my own kitchen. My fridge leaks and my freezer only freezes things in the direct center of the freezer, and the oven door falls off if you don't keep it in check with a hip.

M says there seems to be some doubt(ok, there's always that, but more than usual) at his place of employment whether he will be continuing to have a job.